You don't see them as often anymore - dead reflections. Most of them were put to rest and the mirrored world cleansed when the forms in our world were killed. At least, we say they were killed because thinking of them as living people instead of walking corpses makes us feel better. Makes us feel safer.
We've all seen too many zombie movies to willingly walk among the living dead but glancing at a shop window and seeing all those collapsed reflected selves slowly rotting away on the ground, leaving trails of viscera and maggots behind them, it was too much to bear.
They were our friends, our neighbours and our lovers. They were all long gone and simply running through the motions of being alive while we assumed everything was fine. All the little inconsistencies in their personalities were put down to stress or personal growth rather than something slipping into the gap left by their reflection and wearing their empty body like a costume.
We're supposed to report dead reflections on sight so they can be made to rest but she's still herself. She still talks like she used to, still likes the same things and still loves me. It doesn't matter that she woke up to find that her reflection had been murdered by something in the mirror world, she is still herself.
Soon as she stops being herself I might be able to report her but for now, we're both fine.
Everything is fine as long as I don't look for her reflection.
Decay is so much more brutal than I ever could have imagined.
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